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The brunette hadn't been far from My Laundrette when she felt exhaustion grip hold of her body. She had been with Vincent, becoming his eyes, his mind seeing the people around them as Demons, including her. When she realized she couldn't be Vincent's eyes anymore, she asked him to leave her to walk the rest of the way on her own. She had waited until he was out of sight before she let herself collapse to the concrete, knowing she could no longer stay conscious on her own. There was no way for her to know how long she had been out, but she awoke to agonizing pain suddenly roaring through her wounds. It was a feeling she couldn't describe, as her eyes opened and she gasped.

Delilah groaned loudly sat up carefully, placing her hands on the fabric that was once her white coat and ripped it off her waist. The pain in her body slowly subsided as her once silver eyes turned back to their dark brown color, her hands slowly slipping her Scrub shirt up. Her tank top underneath followed the Scrub, revealing a scar where her wounds had once been underneath her dried blood. She wasn't sure why the healing had caused her such pain, never experiencing such a thing before. She didn't have time to linger on what had happened while she was out though, a silent noise nearby startling her.

She turned to the source as she stood quickly, a rock in her hand as if it were her signature weapon for the night. She glared in the direction of the approaching figure, expecting the worst. She held the rock tighter, cracking the poor thing on accident with her strength. Surprising herself as she let out a frustrated groan. 'This isn't the time to lose control of my abilities! God damn it!' The thought was short though as she opened her mouth to speak.

Location: Inside My Laundrette ~ Elemental Stimulus @wolfknightpoe

The attacks never seemed to end, one after the other worst than the last. It left Delilah in a state of shock after a while, but only when she reached the city's well-known laundromat. As Israel had claimed, it was in fact a safe place, somewhere Delilah could collect her thoughts. After everything and everyone she had seen that night, she wasn't sure moving to this city was such a good idea. She had come here to get away from the chance of death, of being sacrificed as a means to save others. Instead, she had only been living in the city for two months, when an attack was placed on the city.

She didn't know much about what was going on, besides that the attack must have come from a city called Northern Lights. She was snapped out of her deep thoughts when people in the building gasped, their eyes on the glass doors. She stood up from her spot on the floor, stumbling forward to see the flames that licked the city with the latest attack. She was stunned like the others around her, the agonizing screams and howls of those outside having an effect on all of them. She shivered as she thought back to everyone she had seen that night, praying that they were safe from any harm. As they all stared, the flames dying out, she gasped as suddenly she pushed the doors open.

She was surprised to see Vincent's wolf walk towards the building, the burns on his body almost unbearable to see. She helped him inside without a word, escorting him to the farthest area from the doors. She wondered if he was still plagued by his mind, but he collapsed before she could find out. She wasn't sure what to do at first, her mind racing for ideas. Suddenly she asked if anyone had a blade, people looked hesitant, but someone gifted her a pocket knife. The blade was dulled out a bit, but that didn't matter as she brought it to her hand, and sliced it open.

She winced from the pain, but continued with her actions, turning to Vincent and shaking him slightly. She could hear his growl, clearly in pain from his intense burns. When he opened his eyes, she showed him her hand, hoping her voice would reach him. "Vincent...I need you to drink this. Please..." She shoved her hand near his fangs, biting her lip slightly as she also offered her arm. She hoped the smell of her blood provoked his wolf enough, wanting him to bite and heal.

I. Core: Delilah had been leaving the hospital before the bomb hit, finishing her shift for the day. She had been lucky, having enough time to be far away, when the deafening sound of someone yelling hit her ears. She turned back right as the ground trembled below her feet, and the sound of the building crumbling echoed into her ears. She couldn't stop herself from running toward the Medical Center, seeking around for anyone who didn't have assistance when she saw Israel standing there, frozen in place. Her legs seemed to move on their own as she gripped Israel's arm, pulling him through the crowds even as he stumbled behind her. It reminded her of that day, the day she had become an Elysian when the demons were trying to take control of her hometown. The only difference between then and now was she wasn't in the building playing the hero. She shook her head, erasing the panic from her body long enough to see Israel turn to look at her as they safely broke out of the crowd. He opened his mouth as if he was trying to speak, but it seemed he couldn't muster himself to do it due to a physical ailment, using his hands to communicate with her. Both agreed to leave their location, hoping to head to Deacon's Place, a laundromat in town. However, the two had been distracted by an ear-piercing scream that neither of them had to block out, everyone holding their ears as if the noise would stop.

II. Control - Part 1: Delilah heard growls in the air around them, watching as Israel stumbled back into a wall, worry filling her gut as she reached out for him. "Israel! Are you okay!?" She stepped back when he snarled, watching as he approached her menacingly, almost like a feral beast. She backed up slowly as she felt fear take hold of her, his snarl startling her as she was about to call out his name. She screeched as she fell back, slapping her back and head on the concrete, groaning as her head began to throb. His claws sank into her sides as he loomed over her, her vision blurring as tears filled her eyes. She screeched the moment his teeth sunk right through the fabric of her work clothing and straight into her flesh, her blood pouring into his mouth as she kicked the man hard. She was unable to break his grip for a while as she felt his chest rumble, almost like he was proud of his actions. "God damn it! Get off of me, you beast!" She rummaged through her pockets from underneath him, grasping tightly onto a pen as a look of guilt flashed in her eyes. She didn't hesitate, as her fight kicked in, and she stabbed him in the shoulder with the pen. She kicked him off and scrambled to her feet, realization hitting her as growls filled the air around them. The sound affected the creatures around them, including the poor mute she had hoped to find refuge with. Now, she was on her own, left to fight him as if he was now her enemy, her vision clearing as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her brown eyes stopped on a red car, picking it as her next objective, Israel flinched and her legs moved before he could catch her. Her body moved as fast as it could to the car, opening the surprisingly unlocked door. She didn't enter the vehicle, however, as she chose to rip the car door off of its hinges, holding it in front of her with both hands. Her right shoulder throbbed in pain, making her groan as he approached her, the door hitting him a few times before she could incapacitate him long enough for her to get away.

II. Control - Part 2: Delilah halted her running to look behind her, doubting Israel had chased her after the fight between them. But her hopes had been dashed when she heard a growl nearby, tears streaming down her face, as she turned to the source of the sound. She was surprised to see a whimpering earth mage nearby, pushing past her own terror as she saw a wolf approach the young mage. Her instincts kicked in, causing her to stumble toward them, bending down to the ground to pick up a rock with her left hand. She pulled her arm back and aimed for the wolf before she could stop herself, the stone smacking the beast straight in the head. "Come on! Don't you want a real challenge!? Come get me!" The brunette picked up another rock with her right hand, her body trembling as her shoulder throbbed. Despite the pain, she tossed another stone, the rock cracking on the concrete between her and the wolf. The moment she saw movement, she ran, successfully distancing the creature from its victim. Her eyes turned back to see if the wolf had taken the bait as she turned on her heel, ready to face the wolf head-on. "Hey! Over here!" She was shocked when she felt a sense of familiarity as the wolf mentioned her name. The way the voice called her name, caused her to take a deep breath in, as she identified the wolf as none other than... "Vincent? Vincent…It's me, Delilah…" Vincent leaped from atop the car, his slow approach making her nervous, especially as he began to pace in front of her. He did this for a while as if trying to convince himself his eyes were, in fact, deceiving him, at least when it came to Delilah. He had asked her about the first time they met, demanding she answer correctly or he would snap her neck. She answered honestly, despite the throbbing pain in her head, due to her Photographic Memory. He finally knew she could be trusted, and let her climb atop his back, and take the lead as his eyes. Her once-white coat stained with blood, was tied around her waist as tightly as she could to halt the bleeding of her wounds.

III. Senses: Delilah wasn't sure how much time passed by the time Vincent informed her they were close, her mind groggy. There had yet to be another attack, but both were sure it was to come. Her blood was staining the back of Vincent's fur as she kept her hold on him. She could see the building when she had asked him to stop, claiming she could walk the rest of the way. He didn't seem to trust her words, but when she claimed she saw people inside he had no choice but to leave. She knew his mind was still conflicted, and he couldn't get close to people who may think him an enemy. She watched his figure run out of sight before she collapsed to the ground unconscious and unable to go on for the time being. She didn't even notice as another attack hit the city, her eyes closed and her body shutting down temporarily.

IV. Power: It seemed the second attack had a much stronger effect on the brunette than she could have anticipated, that loud scream leaving her unable to heal, causing her to fall unconscious shortly before the third attack. There was no way for Delilah to know how long she had been out, but she awoke shortly after the fourth assault had finished, agonizing pain suddenly roaring through her wounds. She groaned, sitting up carefully, and placing her hands on the fabric of her white coat that she had tied around her waist. There was a loud ripping sound as she tore the fabric in half, her silver eyes dulling back to their natural brown, as the pain in her body slowly subsided. Her hands slowly slipped her scrub shirt up, her tank top underneath following along with it. She gasped when she noticed the scars left behind on her waist, wondering why they hadn't healed to their full extent. She wasn't sure why the healing had caused her such pain, never experienced such a thing before. She didn't have time to linger on what had happened while she was out though, as she stood quickly. She had made her way to My Laundrette, being let in by the staff and those hiding inside. She was officially in a safe place, away from the dangers of the next attacks, hiding in the back of the laundromat in intense shock for a while. Examining the scars that refused to heal from her body, despite what she was.

V. Elemental: The attacks never seemed to end, one after the other worst than the last. It left Delilah in a state of shock after a while, but only when she reached the city's well-known laundromat. As Israel had claimed, it was in fact a safe place, somewhere Delilah could collect her thoughts. After everything and everyone she had seen that night, she wasn't sure moving to this city was such a good idea. She had come here to get away from the chance of death, of being sacrificed as a means to save others. Instead, she had only been living in the city for two months, when an attack was placed on the city. She didn't know much about what was going on, besides that the attack must have come from a city called Northern Lights. She was snapped out of her deep thoughts when people in the building gasped, their eyes on the glass doors. She stood up from her spot on the floor, stumbling forward to see the flames that licked the city with the latest attack. She was stunned like the others around her, the agonizing screams and howls of those outside having an effect on all of them. She shivered as she thought back to everyone she had seen that night, praying that they were safe from any harm. As they all stared, the flames dying out, she gasped as suddenly she pushed the doors open. She was surprised to see Vincent's wolf walk toward the building, his fur burnt, leaving patches of skin for her to see. She had tried to offer him her blood in a panic, but he refused, and she cried next to him. Feeling guilty for abandoning him because of her own ailments. Part of her wondered if she had been there...if she could have protected him, the way he protected her.

VI. Hunted: It seemed My Laundrette was the safest place for Delilah, as the last attack hit the city, weapons flying throughout the city. She had suffered no more physical damage since she arrived at the building, finding refuge amongst the staff. After her panic had subsided and she checked on Vincent, she examined the staff for any injuries they were unaware of. Trying to distract herself from her mental injuries, her mind raced in a secret panic as she checked each person carefully. The space had filled with an awkward silence for the longest time, no one daring to head outside to see if things were safe. It wasn't till the sun had risen, that help had arrived, taking Vincent to the makeshift medical center. She listed off his injuries, informing the paramedics that she was a resident at the hospital. One of them stopped to inform her they needed as many hands at the school as soon as possible. She nodded, asking them for the address, before heading out of the building, and in a daze, started heading to her apartment. Pulling her cracked phone out of her pocket, and pulling up the direction.

VII. Aftermath Delilah was in a haze when she entered her apartment, her door closing behind her. Her body moved without a thought, forcing her to head towards the bathroom. She stepped inside the open threshold, not even bothering to close the door behind her since she lived alone. She began to strip down slowly, the sticky feeling of her tattered scrubs peeling from her body making her shiver. Before she knew it, her body was bare and cold, her skin stained with blood. She started the shower, stepping in despite the cold feeling of the water as she waited for it to warm up. It shocked her, as she intended, making her gasp out of her haze as she blinked rapidly. The water from the shower head bursts into her hair and drains down her body, making the sticky feeling begin to fade. She looked down at her body after a while, trembling as she realized her blood was flowing into the drain. She quickly moved her gaze to her waist, biting her lip as she saw the scars that had refused to heal. Her gaze slowly moved up from those hideous claw marks to the scar on her shoulder. A permanent reminder of her first attack in this city, as if she wouldn't remember it for the rest of her life. After that, she scrubbed her body so hard, she was sure the scars would fade, but they remained. She had no time to linger on those marks as she hid them under a fresh pair of scrubs. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to force a smile as she pushed her feelings down. She didn't have time to dwell on her unhappiness as she heard her pager go off on her old scrubs. She pulled the pager off her torn scrubs and slipped it into her white-coat pocket along with her phone. With ease, she was out the door, heading to the School's makeshift medical area, hoping to do her job.

Delilah looked at him curiously as he mentioned not being awake, she didn't want to pry the poor man, but she couldn't help but want to know more. She thought for a moment, trying to find the correct set of words, but instead decided to play it safe and stick to answering his question. "Well, I don't have a specialty just yet. I'm still a third-year resident, but my plan is to either work in pediatrics or trauma. The way things are in this city though, I may have no choice but to turn to trauma. There aren't really a lot of kids around in the hospital. But I guess that's a good thing." She smiled at the thought because even though she was losing valuable life skills in performing surgery on children, it meant there were fewer innocent lives at risk. She then turned the conversation back to his therapy, her curiosity too much for her.

Delilah watched in confusion momentarily as her companion reached up, and his hands landed on his mask. She was stunned momentarily to see how well his face matched his kind eyes. He looked charming, and his hair was longer than she had expected but fit his bearded face. She sipped her drink and stared momentarily, taking in his appearance before his words brought her out of her dazed state. She hadn't even realized she had projected her thoughts until he answered them with kind words, her cheeks flushing a bit as she turned her head in embarrassment. She tried to clear her mind so she wouldn't let another thought slip out unwillingly.

"...I didn't mean for you to hear that...but your words bring me comfort. Plus, I find it a little less lonely when I seem to be finding myself decent company." She slipped her hand up as she spoke, sliding the mask down her face and revealing her delicate features. Her cover now hanging off her neck from the ribbon that held it together behind her head. She turned to him and smiled softly, comfortable in his presence. She was happy to know he understood her better than any human could, giggling as he mentioned his home behind his work. "If only I could live so close to the hospital. I'd sleep right next to the Pediatrics ward if I could. Though, I doubt the hospital would let me live at work."

Delilah looked the man up and down, noticing the smirk appear on his face as he did the same. She smiled again at his understanding, her mask hanging in her hand as she spoke up. "Thank you for not being upset. I have a habit of bumping into people tonight. It's been quite the dilemma. And thank you for your condolences as well. They are much appreciated." She laughed softly as she remembered her company from the beginning of the evening. It seemed she was growing a habit of bumping into attractive gentlemen. Something she wouldn't complain about; after all, she seems to be finding herself pretty lucky so far.

She waited for him to order his drink before she called herself a Vodka Soda. Finding liquid courage often made her more social in situations such as these. She turned her attention back to him as he asked her if she was new in the city. "I am. Only moved here a month ago, actually. I work at the City Hospital. Doubt you've seen me around unless you've needed a surgery or two."

Delilah felt drawn in by the wolf's deep laugh. It sounded so sweet, almost like honey, despite his deep voice. It comforted her to laugh with him rather than having someone laugh at her. She felt a sense of relief from the act of someone actually enjoying her jokes and comments. His words caught her ears, making her laughs die off into soft giggles as she gave his build a good look, not really having a chance to before. She had to admit he was significantly larger than her, and his suit complimented his muscles.

"You are pretty robust. I'm quite lucky you only breezed against my back. I'll surely make sure to have no injuries the next time I bump into you." She took another sip of her drink, letting him speak as she noticed his eye gaze at hers for a second. She briefly brought her hand to her mask, ensuring it was still stuck to her face and not crooked. His chuckles distracted her from her actions as she took in what he said. Living surrounded by people with powers similar to hers was a lot to live with. 'It feels...Lonely.' A thought she couldn't help but project out loud came out of her mind as she looked down for a moment.

She didn't seem to notice, though, as she put on a little smile to ease that empty feeling in her chest. "It is a lot, but I have seemed to manage so far. I'm able to be my true self now. A true Elysian inside and out without worrying about people finding it out and using it against me." She giggled softly at his seeming concern for her home life. "My place is comfy enough. Just haven't gotten around to looking for a mattress. I was never one for being home anyways. I spend more time working than anywhere else because I love to do it. It's when I feel most needed." She answered honestly, smiling as she thought about all the lives she gets to save and all the lessons she learned. "I do work at the hospital. I'm one of the Third Year Surgical residents. I mainly work in the trauma unit, but sometimes I slip in some shifts in the pediatric unit."

Delilah honestly felt anxiety in her gut when she bumped into the man's arm, firmly grasping him felt wrong when he was sitting here mourning not even seconds before. She was completely prepared for any adverse reaction she may receive but was surprised as his annoyed response turned chilled. She watched him rise, distracted as she took in his appearance, listening to his words carefully. She committed the name he said to memory, Lucy, someone who must have died during the tragedy. She blinked for a second after he asked for her name, noting how he called her a beauty which made her cheeks tint a soft pink. She quickly removed her firm grip from his arms, noticing the way he smirked.

"Hello...Vincent. I'm Delilah...Delilah McLaine. I wish I could have met you under...better circumstances. I was just trying to commit these names to memory...to honor them. I wasn't here when things happened, but I did lose someone. I'm sure it was much harder for those here. I know it doesn't mean much...But I am sorry for your loss." Her voice was soft as she spoke, her eyes turning to the graves again. Her mind brushed to the thought of her biological mother for a moment, before she shook the thought away.